February 18, 2005

Fake zodiacs, spit, and console gaming cliches...

The Register has a disheartening story called Spam gets vocal with VoIP. The basic formula goes:

Voice over IP => much cheaper telephone calls => Spit - SPam over Internet Telephony.

Coming soon to a voicemail in-box near you. Le sigh.

I'm feeling particularly disgruntled about spammers at the moment, because I'm trying to write up the next session of the Buffy game I'm running, and they've totally trashed the wiki we've been using to keep track of the game. So annoying! I think I have paper copy backups of the stuff I wanted to reference, but there's probably stuff there that's gone for good unless the person hosting the wiki is able to pull it back. And now we're going to have to enforce authentication or something. It's like coming back from a holiday and finding someone has smashed a window and peed in your front porch. Stupid spammers.

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Mum sent me an interesting refutation of the Celtic zodiacal system found in Robert Graves' The White Goddess by a modern scholar in Celtic studies. Here's part one and part two. Of course, the first thing I thought while reading this stuff was - nifty material, how can I use it? :) I've put it here mainly because I didn't get a chance to read it at work, and I didn't want to lose it - but I figured that I might have other readers who'd be interested, too.

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Speaking of nifty material, no doubt many of you have already seen The Grand List Of Console Role Playing Game Clichés, but it was new to me.

"189. The Moral Of The Story (Ghaleon Rule)
Every problem in the universe can be solved by finding the right long-haired prettyboy and beating the crap out of him."

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At work, I'm in the unusual position of actually going back through my email and trying to deal with some of the issues that didn't require my attention right at that minute. It's quite satisfying to be able to knock off some of the small jobs that have been hanging around in your inbox; maybe one day I'll get the number of emails in my main folder down below a thousand again.

Hmm. Maybe I should have bigger goals at work - but then again, at least that's an achievable goal. Probably. ;)

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Went and met a bunch of people at pool - of course, by the time I got there, they'd pretty much finished, and were heading off to dinner. Yet another downside to finishing at 6pm, I guess. Oh, and I managed to get a parking ticket because I misread the times when you needed to get a WCC pass thingy. Weirdly, it feels like I saved money tonight - I didn't buy a drink, didn't buy dinner, didn't buy a Fluid (though I was sorely tempted), and didn't pop into Whitcoulls to look at the DVDs. I think it may be because I don't have a target amount in mind, and the ticket feels a lot more like one of those random expenses that just have to be paid, like petrol or rates - it's only annoying in that it's another thing I have to remember to do.

Anyway, I've got stuff I'm meant to be writing, so I should get back to that.

Posted by svend at February 18, 2005 10:39 AM
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Uhm. I finished work at 6 (well, 5.45) on Friday and had to pick Lee up and change shoes and I still got to pool with time to play a game.

Maybe I'm just super-organisey or something?

Posted by: Jenni at February 21, 2005 1:10 PM

You may well be more organized than me - I doubt this would cause anyone to faint with sheer astonishment. ;) However, when *I* finish work at 6pm, I tend to finish a quarter-hour *after*, not before.

Posted by: Svend at February 21, 2005 4:30 PM